She agrees, but Djal doesn't gamble.

Agathe's hand comes out to take yours, and you smile warmly. Suddenly, Djal grabs your wrist and your palm burns, small wisps of smoke coming off the symbol on it. You try to close your hand, but Djal squeezes, holding it open until Agathe makes contact. Your palms meet and a slight hissing noise flits out between your fingers, sealing Agathe's fate. Her eyes glaze over for a moment and she shakes her head, before letting go. "Yes. Yes, we can do it that way," she says, nodding and smiling at you. Taking your arm, she leans against you and starts walking, taking you down the hillside, while calling up a cab for the pair of you. Dropping you off at your hotel, she kisses your cheeks in a slightly more than friendly way, before wishing you a good night.

But while you two were together, you made it a point to keep your hands in your pockets, and trying your best to hide your own anger.

The subject of your anger is waiting for you when you get back into the room. "What the fuck, Djal?!" you bellow, slamming the door behind you. "The fuck did you do?"

He raises an eyebrow at you, with a look of mild but impressed surprise, like seeing a small dog try to take on a tiger, and of intense annoyance, like being a tiger harassed by a fly. "Cementing our alliance and securing our investments," he replies, coolly.

"So was I!" you retort, getting in his face. "Do you not think, that it would have been better to have her TRUST me, instead of manipulating her like that?"

A shadow looms over his face, and you feel like you've just kicked a mountain in it's balls. But you don't back down. The corner of Djal's lip curls upwards and his eyes glint. He simply says, "No." before vanishing from your sight.

"Get back here, you coward!" you howl, looking around your room. But he's completely gone. Growling and snarling, you stomp out to your balcony and punch the air. The sheer force of your strike creates a near-visible ripple that rips a hole into a cloud, before the rest of it gets sucked through the vortex. Letting out a loud breath, you turn around and make your way to the hotel bar for a couple of drinks to calm yourself down.

A couple of drinks turns into a whole bottle before you finally feel like you won't rip someone's head off on purpose and you can breathe again. Collecting yourself, you pay off the bill with your card instead of billing it to the room, and make a quick trip to the restroom to wash your face before going back to your room. The door is unlocked when you get there, but you're a little unsteady from the alcohol, so you can't remember if you locked your door on your way down. Brushing it off, you lock it and start to take off your shoes and jacket, when you hear behind you, "Hello, handsome."